Hours passed and darkness fell. The young Italian man next to Miranda had fallen asleep so she turned off the radio and tried to be as quiet as possible. The only thing she could hear now was her navigator of her car, telling her which directions she had to head and Feliciano who was breathing slowly but soundly. He was probably dreaming since he made slight noises like he were talking to someone. Miranda was checking something on her navigator as she saw on the side of her view that Feliciano was twitching a little more than before. She reached out his hand in his sleep and mumbled
"Please, don´t go!" he gasped. Some tears rolled down his cheeks. Miranda wasn't sure what to do. Let him sleep? He seemed to be dreaming of something painful, otherwise he wouldn't be crying. She thought for a few moments until she decided to wake him up. Still focused on the street, she put her right hand on Feliciano´s shoulder and gently rubbed it. After a few attempts he finally opened his eyes slowly. Clearly confused where he was, he looked around and seemed to finally remember. As soon as he realized that he had been crying in his sleep he brushed away the tears with his sleeve.
‘Oh no, did she notice me crying?’ He thought.
"You’re finally awake. I'm sorry to wake you up, but it’s almost dinner time. You’ll have to tell me if you know any good grocery store around here since I'm not sure at what time they close," she said. She felt a little bit awkward about what happened but also didn't want to upset him more, so she pretended that she only woke him up for advice. After Feliciano looked at the navigator to check their current location he explained the shortest way to the next grocery store. They didn’t speak for the fifteen minutes it took for them to get to there.
When they both went into the store Miranda grabbed a basket and started looking around at the vegetable and fruit section. She grabbed two different kinds of tomatoes and started looking at them, trying to figure out the difference. Feliciano were looking around as he suddenly saw Miranda obviously being confused by the tomatoes. He headed to her and grabbed the tomatoes out of her hands and started explaining.
"Those here in my left hand are cheap but they taste really like water and the ones in my right hand are a little bit pricier but their taste is really great. I only buy the ones with a good taste honestly. How many do you need?" He said while he grabbed a tiny plastic bag to put the tomatoes inside. Miranda was quiet impressed that he seemed to care about the taste of the tomatoes. So far she only knew men which only busy really cheap and don't care about the taste or who only buy really expensive since the taste is so important. Without a thought she gave a sign for twenty tomatoes with her hand. She didn't need that many but she really loved to cut them into pieces, eat them as snack, or just put some of them randomly into some food. It was one of her favorite vegetables. When Feliciano placed all the tomatoes in a bag and put them into the basket they headed to the next section, Miranda looked through all the pasta brands and quickly grabbed two packages. While she still was looking for more pasta to make a comparison, she turned around to Feliciano who seemed to be lost in thought. Without a second thought she handed Feliciano the basket.
"Would you hold this while I look for some more? It’s hard to compare when my hands are full.” Clearly snapped out of his thoughts Feliciano took the basket and nodded.
"Say, you were talking earlier about your family earlier, right? You didn’t really say much about your brother though. Can you tell me a few things about him? Oh, and do you think we should grab some wine for tonight? A nice red or something." Miranda said, trying to pull his attention away from whatever was bothering him. She was wondering what he had dreamt about that made him fall into such deep thoughts. A few moments later he seemed to have shaken them off and switched from his neutral expression into a happier mood again before answering.
“I'm sorry! My brother’s name is Romano. We look pretty similar, but he’s two years older than me. Oh, that reminds me how old are you by the way? Oh wait, no, that's something you don't ask women! Oops, I’m sorry!” he said holding the basket protectively in front of himself. “But I'm just curious.” He whispered.
And to make it less embarrassing I will also tell you my age.
“I'm actually turning twenty four this month. I hope though I do look younger or at least exactly my age." She put her hands on her cheeks and shook her Face a little bit nervously. She really didn't want to look much older than she actually was. A sudden laughter pulled her out of her thoughts. Feliciano was actually laughing about her being worried about her age!
“You’re barely older than I am!”
‘And there’s his cheery personality again,’ thought Miranda, smiling to herself. “Exactly how old are you, Mr. Feliciano?” she questioned playfully.
“I'm only twenty-two. Oh and I’ll show you which wine is best. Romano is really picky on that so we’d better not buy any of the cheap ones." They left the pastas and headed toward the alcohols. She was a little bit sad about the fact that she wasn't really going cheap with all the food. There was a beat of silence as they moved. Finally Feliciano broke it.
"And don't worry; you don't look any older than you are. I would have guessed you were around my age.” He grabbed a wine bottle and started reading it, and then he placed it in the basket he was holding. “By the way since you know German so well do you think you could teach me some? I would like to be able to understand what Ludwig is saying sometimes or at least surprise him sometimes with some nice sentences." Miranda nodded and both of them were heading to the cashier while they were still talking.
After Miranda paid and made a sad expression because she didn´t thought she would pay that much. After that they left the store and went back to the car. Miranda was about to open her door as suddenly Feliciano said something.
"Hey Miranda I was wondering, since you were driving all day, maybe I should drive for now? I know how to get home from here." She really liked the Idea since she didn't felt like focusing anymore on streets. Also she didn't like driving when the sky was dark. Without any second thought she walked to Feliciano and placed her car keys into his hands. When both were sitting in the car and Feliciano was about to drive Miranda hesitated but then decided to ask.
"Since you are young, how long do you have your driver license already?" Of course she was only asking out of curiosity.
“To be honest I’ve only had it for five months now, but don't worry we’ll get home safely,” he reassured. “But you should still put on your seatbelt just in case." He probably shouldn't have said it or even should have lied since Miranda´s expression from normal went to scared. But to her surprise he was driving pretty well for an amateur. On their way to his home they worked a little bit on his German. It sounded pretty funny when Feliciano tried to say something in German and it sounded just way too Italian. After some time he seemed to have got the hang of how to pronounce some certain words. After some time he parked the car in front of a house. It wasn't really big but it really had its own charm. It was one of those apartment houses. There were four apartments on the left and four apartments on the right side of the house. While they both got out of the car and made their way to the apartment door, Miranda spoke in German to Feliciano. He tried to answer in German but failed horribly, so she corrected him and he opened the door for her. They both stepped inside and Miranda noticed another person coming from inside to check who was coming in.
It was a man with dark brown hair and tan skin. He kind of looked like the Feliciano’s twin, but his strange curl was on the other side of his head and his eyes looked more green than brown. He was slightly taller than Feliciano and the expression on his face showed that he was annoyed by something. Before Miranda could even finish what she was saying in German the man began yelling in Italian, clearly directed to Feliciano.
"Oh my God Feliciano, you never learn do you? Did you bring another of these potato bastards home?! I told you last time that I don't want anyone in our home here and especially not Germans. And honestly your taste is getting worse and worse. She’s not even pretty and.."
He couldn't even finish what he was saying. Miranda grabbed one of the tomatoes in the grocery bags out of reflex and threw it with all her might at the man in front of her. She hit him right in the face. With wide open eyes and mouth, Feliciano and Miranda were standing there, realizing what just happened. Even the man in front of them didn't seem to realize right away what just happened but he just started cursing in Italian and walked away in another room. Miranda only looked at Feliciano who suddenly started to laugh slightly.
"You know that's one of the first times I saw Romano speechless after someone fought back. But I'm not really sure if he’ll really like you now anytime soon," said Feliciano while he wiped away a small tear from laughter. Then he walked to another room while Miranda was still standing there just slowly realizing what she had done to Feliciano´s brother. She knew she was impulsive, but she still felt really embarrassed now. Maybe she should go to a hotel instead? But that would be disappointing for Feliciano. She swallowed up her fear and headed after Feliciano.
‘It can’t get any worse,’ she told herself with a sigh.